The next second, under everyone's watchful gaze.
John, standing in the arena, made no attempt to dodge. Instead, he slowly raised his right hand to his chest, then spread his five fingers.
Mark of Extraction, release!
"Shhk!"
With the sudden sound of cloth tearing, the black glove on John's right hand was instantly ripped apart, as though struck by some irresistible force.
The next moment, an ancient and overwhelming magical aura burst from John's palm. Brilliant silver light rapidly shot outward, extending into countless tentacle-like threads that wound toward the two incoming Transcendent Tier spells.
At the same time, the silver-white five-shaped rune on the back of his right hand, now exposed to everyone's view, began to rotate. Time and space seemed to fall under the control of some terrifying power at that moment, freezing against their will.
Ahead, the incoming ocher spiral spear came to a complete halt half a meter in front of John.
It was as though it had slammed into an invisible absolute barrier. It could not advance even the slightest bit.
At the same time, the terrifying wind blade descending from the roof also seemed to have fallen under the control of an invisible hand. Wrapped in those silver threads, it froze completely in midair.
Then, beneath the incredulous gazes of everyone present, the two offensive spells Adam had unleashed with all his strength—spells that even a High Mage had no ability to resist—began to disintegrate and collapse. The intricate spell patterns composing them crumbled under the erosion of those silver-white threads, which were impossible to comprehend through magic.
Unlike the others, who had launched the attack or could only watch the Transcendent Tier spells disintegrate beneath those bizarre threads, Adam himself could clearly sense just how unbelievable the power within those silver-white threads was.